The blood of the covenant
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She enthralled everyone within a visual distance of her as she marched up the porch steps of an early 19th century New Orleans plantation. However if they had bothered to observe her in a less sensual way they might have noticed her fidgeting almost violently with her fingers which she held locked between her hips. If they had bothered to observe this minuscule signal she emitted they might have come to the conclusion that this lascivious woman suffered a nearly unbearable terror to see the man she had been running from for an entire millennium, but they didn't. So much to her trepidation the doors of the old plantation creaked open and she was forced through the threshold.
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